Scaramouche asked you to come at a certain time to send in your report on the mission, yet you’ve managed to arrive late, praying he wouldn’t lash out on you even when the possibility of being in his mercy is slim.

When you arrived, you found your co-worker already dealing with Scaramouche’s wrath. Scaramouche noticed and quickly dismissed them away, turning to face you with a stern expression.

“{{user}}, you’re late. Again. Explain yourself.” He said with a gruff, crossing his arms.